I have what some might call and irrational fear of bugs. But I am irrational about most things in life, why should this be any difference.
I had a good evening. JohnRoss and I hung out and watched "Saved!" which is one of my favorite movies. We talked for a while and he left because we were both sleepy - how sad, sleepy at 11:30. Well, I am getting ready for bed and going about my business, but wouldn't you know it, I can not fall asleep. I try and try, but no use. At roughly 12:30ish or so I mess around on the computer a little while, talk to Teetz, create a Facebook event for Friday, and all of the sudden...
BUG ATTACK!
Not so much an attack as, well, there was one crawling on my desk. I freak out and scream like a girl and run to get some tissues. Four would suffice, just so I don't have to feel the little fucker when I squish him dead. It's kind of hard, however, to squish bugs that have disappeared.
Re-enter into the scenario my dear, dear brother, JohnRoss. Luckily he has not gone to sleep yet either. He's on MSN and I tell him what happened, I am standing on my rolling desk chair freaking out, looking for this stupid bug. I don't see it and can't find it until suddenly there it is, above me, right directly smack-dab above me on the ceiling. I scream again and call JohnRoss. This happened at 12:47 am. I am incoherently babbling and crying about this bug (hey, I said it was an irrational fear, didn't I?) so he finally says, "Do you want me to come over and kill it?" He'd rather make the trip back over here than sit with me all night on the phone while I stared at this big ugly stupid bug. And of course, bless his heart, he stays on the phone with me the whole time on his drive over, right up until he walks into my bedroom with a bucket and a trowel, which he uses to swat the bug. Unfortunately we didn't know until that moment that this disgusting piece of shit could fly, so that caused a slight problem, and I shrieked a little more and hid under my covers while JohnRoss found him and killed him.
My little brother can do anything, he is the supreme bug killer. I, however, had to promise this would not become a regular occurrence.
I hope not. I really hate bugs.
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I really hate bugs too! Ugh. Ben graciously kills all my bugs for me because he knows how much I despise them. Of course, on a ground floor apartment in late July, we get just about everything that crawls the earth. It's so creepy and scary. Here's to the rest of the summer being free of prehistoric-bug-induced heart attacks.
Yeah. It was icky. I screamed like a little girl a lot.
I hate bugs too, but I'm more scared of bees and wasps. One time (at band camp...sorry, couldn't help myself), we had a wasp in the 6 girl at phim and we captured it under a coffee mug and put a ream of paper on it until Erin got home and killed it for us. I think we even waited a good hour for her bc she was in class. I think there's a wuss in all of us!
I've had a couple bugs/spiders in my apt since I moved in and I think Carter would kick my ass if I called him that late asking to him to come kill them for me, so I've somehow managed to kill them myself. But believe me, once he moves in, he's the official bug/spider killer!
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